I feel it piercing into me.
The words you say,
The complaints you give me
The millions of times over and over you say how bad you are
The times you yell at me every time I say a word
Do you know how bad the hurts?
Do you not see all the tears streaming down my face, when you aren't looking?
Do you not know how appreciated and loved you are?
Whatever happened to the times we used to spend together
The times we would hang out, and laugh together
The fun times we used to have together
The days before she moved
Why did they all leave?
Why now is it just you yelling at me?
I know I'm not perfect, and it hurts to hear it from you
What do you want me to do?
I can't do everything the way you want it
I'm not your perfect little child
I'm sorry.
I know I'm a disappointment to you and just make your life harder
Sorry you have to deal with me.
I really am sorry.
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9 comments:
No ones persfect
yeah, i didnt really mean to leave that post up there...
to late you did anmd oi raed it i cna prtend like ididnt post what post?
that really wasnt supposed to be up there, but whatever, too late... you read it.
sorry i w=coudl etempt ot ears it form my mind
that was lovely and true!
its okay, my fault, so whatever. and to moi, thanks.
you're spellcome!
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